The story of a world-shaking innovative enterprise should start in a garage. The story of a flying pizza is no exception to this rule. One day in the spring of 2014, a police department in Syktyvkar, a city in Northwestern Russia, got a call from a concerned person who reported that a few suspicious young men occupied a garage in his neighborhood. They were making a lot of noise and were bothering all the respectable citizens living in the area.

All people want to be lucky, but very few realize that true luck is the lack of any luck. My story is the best proof. I had bad luck of growing up in a country such as Russia — so hostile to entrepreneurship that only 2.6% of people living there wanted to open a business. It was the worst rate across 70 countries. Moreover, I didn’t live in a large and rich city, such as Moscow or Saint Petersburg. My hometown was Syktyvkar, a gloomy and distant northern settlement, located at the same latitude in Russia as Anchorage, Alaska in the US Read more “How I got $1 million, and even more”